Pride

Hello.

I was originally going to write one of my “pride is a monster” analogies, but I decided against it. Instead, I think that I’ll write about myself. I’ll follow the prompt, for once. I do have a tendency to stray from them.

I think that, thought I don’t consider myself to be particularly prideful, I am constantly held back from things because of how I want to appear to other people. I don’t say everything that feel, or tell all of my secrets because I am worried about what people will think of me.

Now, this sounds good, keeping to yourself. You’re never embarrassed by something that you share, you never regret saying too much. Yes, it sounds good, but it’s a heavy burden. Think, for a moment, of yourself as a ball of yarn. The more you keep to yourself, the more you have on the inside, the more tangled up you are, and the more difficult it is to sort out all of the things that you have there. Say you share this yarn, you pull it out and spread it around. You’re sort of hollow now, you have everything on the inside, on the outside, but you feel so much lighter.

So pride keeps me from that. Is that bad? I’m not sure. Pride is a hard one to sort out…